My appointment went well and everyone is happy.
The only issue was that I had to get the bus up to the hospital, and it happened to be running about 15 minutes late. Unfortunately I couldn't build in any slack (the buses only run every 90 minutes, and I made the appointment months ago, when I assumed my wife would be able to drop me off). But with no issues to complicate things, we were finished within half an hour, so the guy was easily on time for his next appointment.
I apologised, of course, for being late, but beyond apologising I just have to shrug my shoulders and explain that I'm at the mercy of our public transport system. People either understand or they don't - but mostly they're fine.
It's funny - Google insist that the plural of "bus" is "busses", but it looks wrong to me!
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